If suddenly a clod of earth should… And walk about, and breathe, and s… How one would tremble, and in what… Gasp: ‘Can you move?’ I see men walking, and I always f…

What I saw was just one eye In the dawn as I was going: A bird can carry all the sky In that little button glowing. Never in my life I went

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? Green glass, goblin. Why do you s… Give them me. No. Give them me. Give them me.

WHEN you have tidied all things… And while your thoughts are fading… You’ll pause a moment in the late… Too sorrowful to weep. The large and gentle furniture has…

Autumn is in the air, The children are playing everywher… One dare not open this old door to… It is so dark inside. The hall smells of dust;

I have discovered finally to-day This home that I have called my o… Is built of straw and clay, Not, as I thought, of stone. I wonder who the architect could b…

You little friend, your nose is re… Asking for that expected walk, (Your nostrils full of the happy r… And almost talk. And so the moment becomes a moving…

It is the sacred hour: above the f… Low emerald hills that northward f… Calmly, upon the blue the evening… Floats, wreathed in dusky gold. The winds have sung all day; but n…

Fit for perpetual worship is the p… That holds our bodies safely to th… When people talk of their domestic… Then privately I think of You. We ride through space upon your sh…

Tell me about that harvest field. Oh! Fifty acres of living bread. The colour has painted itself in m… The form is patterned in my head. So now I take it everywhere,

Dull and hard the low wind creaks Among the rustling pampas plumes. Drearily the year consumes Its fifty-two insipid weeks. Most of the grey-green meadowland

They are the angels of that watery… With so much knowledge that they j… To move themselves on golden fins, Or fill their paradise with fire By darting suddenly from end to en…

Here, in this other world, they co… With easy dream-like movements to… They stare through lovely eyes, ye… An answering gaze, or that a man s… Had I a load of gold, and should…

When I returned at sunset, The serving-maid was singing softl… Under the dark stairs, and in the… Twilight had entered like a moon-r… Tune was so dead I could not unde…

When the tea is brought at five o’… And all the neat curtains are draw… The little black cat with bright g… Is suddenly purring there. At first she pretends, having noth…